ion with the higher spiritual Intelligences. The more
intelligent spirits--for some reason that the spiritualists themselves
are unable to explain--do not want to talk to them, appear to have
something else to do. At present--so I am told, and can believe--it is
only the spirits of lower intelligence that care to turn up on these
evenings. The spiritualists argue that, by continuing, the higher-class
spirits will later on be induced to "come in." I fail to follow the
argument. It seems to me that we are frightening them away. Anyhow,
myself I shall wait awhile.

When the spirit comes along that can talk sense, that can tell me
something I don't know, I shall be glad to meet him. The class of spirit
that we are getting just at present does not appeal to me. The thought
of him--the reflection that I shall die and spend the rest of eternity in
his company--does not comfort me.

She is now a Believer.

A lady of my acquaintance tells me it is marvellous how much these
spirits seem to know. On her very first visit, the spirit, through the
voice of the medium--an elderly gentleman residing obscurely in
Clerkenwell--informed her without a moment's hesitation that she
possessed a relative with the Christian name of George. (I am not making
this up--it is real.) This gave her at first the idea that spiritualism
was a fraud. She had no relative named George--at least, so she thought.
But a morning or two later her husband received a letter from Australia.
"By Jove!" he exclaimed, as he glanced at the last page, "I had forgotten
all about the poor old beggar."

"Whom is it from?" she asked.

"Oh, nobody you know--haven't seen him myself for twenty years--a third
or fourth cousin of mine--George--"

She never heard the surname, she was too excited. The spirit had been
right from the beginning; she _had_ a relative named George. Her faith
in spiritualism is now as a rock.

There are thousands of folk who believe in Old Moore's Almanac. My
difficulty would be not to believe in the old gentleman. I see that for
the month of January last he foretold us that the Government would meet
with determined and persistent opposition. He warned us that there would
be much sickness about, and that rheumatism would discover its old
victims. How does he know these things? Is it that the stars really do
communicate with him, or does he "feel it in his bones," as the saying is
up North?

During February, he mentione